#don edwards

[antiqueanimals]

Spring Gobbler. Don Edwards. From Louisiana Conservationist, July-August, 1988.

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Red-necked Phalarope by Lee Greengrass Via Flickr: Don Edwards San Francisco Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Alviso, CA

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[thingsmk1120sayz]

Happy Birthday to Grant Fuhr and Don Edwards

[cbjustmusic]

Nanci Griffith performing “Night Rider’s Lament” with yodels by Don Edwards. ______________________ Night Rider’s Lament Songwriter: Michael Burton

Last night as I was out a ridin’ graveyard shift, midnight ‘till dawn the moon was as bright as a readin’ light for a letter from an old friend back home

Chorus: He asked me why do you ride for your money Why do you rope for short pay You ain’t getting’ nowhere And you’re losin’ your share Boy, you must have gone crazy out there But he’s never seen the Northern Lights Never seen a hawk on the wing He’s never seen Spring hit the Great Divide And never heard Ol’ Camp Cookie sing

He tells me last night I run onto Jenny she’s married and has a good life Ah, you sure missed the track when you never come back she’s a perfect professional’s wife

Chorus: She asked him why does he ride for his money Why does he rope for short pay He ain’t getting’ nowhere and he’s losin’ his share He must have gone crazy out there But she’s never seen the Northern Lights Never seen a hawk on the wing Never seen Spring hit the Great Divide And never heard Ol’ Camp Cookie sing

Well I read up the last of that letter and tore off the stamp for Black Jim When Billy rode up to relieve me he just looked at the letter and grinned

Chorus: He sang . . .Now. . . Why do they ride for their money Why do they rope for short pay They ain’t getting nowhere And they’re losing their share Son, they all must be crazy out there

[asongperday]

Song of the Day — “Will James” by Don Edwards

When I was but a small boy Father bought me many books ‘Bout the creatures of the river banks And the sins of old sea cooks

[gilverrwrites]

My horny ass has been watching Gotham again.

A-Z Gotham Men* and how they fuck you.

*like 75% of Gotham men: Alfred, Bullock, Butch, Ed/The Riddler, Jerome, Jervis, Jim, Lucius, Maroni, Penguin, and Zsasz 🖤

18+ MINORS DNI

Almost everything Alfred does is practiced, and purposeful and despite all his training, he’s still rough around the edges. But when he looks into your eyes, when he hears his name on your lips, all of that hardness and posturing dissipates. He tries to praise you but it comes out all muddled and breathless. So he worships your body as best he can, gently brushing your most sensitive parts with strong calloused hands, rocking your bodies together until you’re as lost as he is. Sometimes he does it with those white cotton gloves still on, and he neglects to clean them for days after because he can still smell you on them.

Bullock talks a big game, but he’s not the man he used to be. Still, what he lacks in youth, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Swollen lips kiss and suck at you, wherever he can find, his scruffy facial hair leaving beard rash on all his favourite parts. Firm, clammy hands pull and grope and guide your body, showing you how he likes it done. “Oh yeah, ooooh yeah, baby.” He pants between ragged breaths and clenched teeth, “Feels so fucking good baby, just like that.” When he’s done he wipes you down with a wet cloth and a cheeky grin, offering to buy you a drink he’s needed since you started.

Butch is big and sturdy and such a good boy. Butch is happy to say whatever you want to hear, to do whatever you want him to do, for you to use his body however you need to get off. “Anything for you Ma’.” He gets high on the scent of you, whimpers when you touch his cock, and eagerly licks up any mess he’s made, whenever, and wherever you allow him to. He’s at your service, just tell him what to do, so long as you shower him with your praise and adoration when you’re done. He especially loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, and plant your kisses behind his ears.

Ed is curious and attentive. His voice is shaky as he asks “Is this okay?” “Does that feel good?” “Is all this because of me?” His long fingers tentatively exploring every inch of you, in and out, memorising every jerk of your body, retaining every noise you make. He refuses to cum until you’re ready, until you’re fully entwined and engrossed in each other.

But The Riddler knows you’re needy. The Riddler takes advantage of that desperation, because it makes you dumb and mailable. He uses your body for his pleasure, he knows where to twist and pull to make your walls wet and tight around him. When you try to speak, he shushes you, cups your cheeks in gloved hands and coos; “I know, I know. Don’t speak. Just take it.”

Jerome is unpredictable. Some nights he’s a tease, making you beg and plead for your own defilement. It’s an act, entertainment, and you’re his favourite performer. When you’re good to him, he’s good to you, but when you’re bad, he’s really really bad. But it’s hard to be good, because he likes to move the goalpost whenever he senses you getting comfortable.

On other nights he’s clingy, and dutiful. He uses you to keep his cock warm, cradling you, swaying your bodies back and forth, inching himself deeper and deeper inside of you, and laughing into the crook of your neck.

Jervis is composed, and poised. He rolls his sleeves up and lets his hat sit askew while you ride him. Likes to watch the way you wither and pant, your eyes grow more and more vacant each time you work his cock deeper into your burning core. Likes to whisper and woo you with his sweet nothings. “Aren’t you a treasure? Fucking yourself for my pleasure?” It’s such a thrill to watch you come undone for him, especially when you’ll unravel yourself willingly.

As to be expected, Jim is the vanilla type. The quiet type, the strong and sturdy type. He makes love to you like it’s his duty, holding you down in missionary or the mating press as he hammers into you in powerful, uniform thrusts into your both coming undone, your name escaping his lips in an atypically soft whisper when he finishes deep inside you. What’s less expected is his oral fixation. Jim likes to relieve his stress by loosing himself between your legs, by licking and sucking and biting all the parts that make you flinch. He likes to know he’s left his mark on you, even if it’s confined to the places only he can lay his eyes on.

Lucius is like the cat that got the cream, grinning the whole time, every time. No matter the place or position, he peppers your skin with kisses, the curl of his lips evident with each press of his open mouth. He likes it slow and deep. Holds your feet over his shoulders and sink in until you can both feel his tip press against your cervix. Tell him how good that feels, smile back at him and he’s a goner. He likes to finish in your mouth, likes to watch the way your body perks when his cock twitches against your tongue, the way your expression softens, and your lids grow heavy when his thick, warm cum hits the back of your throat. You can barely roll over to grab the tissue before he’s on you again, ready to assault you with yet another round of smile-laden kisses.

Maroni likes a show, likes to be entertained, likes to know he makes you feel good without barely lifting a finger, he’s just that good, you know? So he lets you grind against him, or lets you ride him, nice and slow. He might play with your nipples when he wants you to make those pretty little noises, or press your tongue down with his think fingers when he wants you to be quiet. After you’ve found your release he holds your hips in a vice-like grip as he bucks up into you, deceptively fast for a big guy, until he unloads wherever he sees fit.

Penguin fucks you in a frenzy, high on your body, using you like every time is the first and last chance he’ll get. He ruts into you in short, sharp movements. He likes to see you on your knees, worshipping at his feet, taking him in whatever hole he pleases. He likes to rub his cock on your face, likes to mark you with his musk. When he speaks, it’s between shallow, harsh breaths, he begs demands that you call out his name, again, and again, louder and louder, ensuring everyone knows you belong to the King of Gotham.

Zsasz doesn’t care about your pleasure or comfort. In fact, it’s your pain that gets him off. Zsasz will fuck you dry so he can watch you flinch. He pinches, and wrenches, and grabs you like a ragdoll. He enjoys choking you until your neck is bruised and swollen, until you're crying deliciously salty tears that he loves to lick up. He likes to cut you on those fleshy, tender parts, likes to see your deep red blood on his pale hands. He loves to fuck you until you’re shaking, until you’re sore and overstimulated and begging him to stop.

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[sebfreak]

Everybody is 😄 while Sebastian is 🧍‍♂️

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Miami Vice - 4.15 - Indian Wars

[shockyhorror]

Get Smart x The Monkees

[citizenscreen]

Created by Mel Brooks and Buck Henry, “Get Smart” had its TV premiere on NBC on September 18, 1965. The stars: Don Adams as Maxwell Smart (Agent 86), Barbara Feldon as Agent 99, and Edward Platt as The Chief. #OnThisDay

[nortsauce]

You may now, save the bride.

[tomhardymyking]

This scene from 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 is so special 💓

How 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 describes the relationship between 𝗗𝗼𝗻 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝘅𝗼𝘁𝗲 and 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮 and indirectly insinuating that this is how his relationship with 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 is, and that, after all, if they have to escape and leave everything behind, they will do it together because they are 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 🥹💖

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Esta escena de 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒂 es tan especial 💓

Cómo describe 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 la relación entre 𝗗𝗼𝗻 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗷𝗼𝘁𝗲 y 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮 y dando a entender indirectamente que así es la suya con 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺, y que, después de todo, si tienen que huir y dejarlo todo atrás, lo harán juntos porque ellos son 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 🥹💖

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[cbjustmusic]

A post to mark the passing of cowboy singer/yodeler Don Edwards. Here he is sing “The Cattle Call”. __________________ The Cattle Call Songwriter: Tex Owens

When the cattle are prowlin' And the coyotes are howlin' Under the western sky The cowboy is singin' His spurs are a-jinglin' As on the trail he rides

Chorus: Woo...hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo Woo...hoo, hoo hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo Woo...hoo, hoo hoo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo hoo, hoo, hoo

Many hours will he ride On the trail far and wide He's goin' home this fall Don't care 'bout the weather His heart's light as a feather He sings to the cattle this call

Chorus

When the new day is dawning And he wakes up yawning Making his coffee strong Makes his bed in a roll Down the trail he will stroll Singing his cattle the his song

Chorus

When the cattle are bedded And the saddle horse shedded Nothing seems to be wrong He casts up his eyes To the stars in the skies He sings to the cattle this song

Chorus